"Huh... you can cook?" She seemed genuinely surprised by that.

"I just just didn't figure you could actually cook it. I learned how to after mom died."

"Ha, nice. I didn't non-stop train, but I trained almost every day from the age of 10 to the age of 17, then did a bit more when I got my new arm at 18."

"Huh, that's pretty cool. I definitely appreciate the dedication to training."

"I never stayed calm. My Semblance makes that next to impossible, since just activating it makes me hostile, even if I'm in a good mood."

"Pfft. That would be interesting to see."

"Ha... yeah... I just hope I did a decent enough job raising you with dad."

"Yeah. We're doing alright. Definitely glad to have him around... he quit drinking once we got to Atlas."

"Yeah... shockingly, he did. I think he's really trying to get better."

"Huh. I expected you to sleep under a bridge or something."

"Hey, better late than never, huh? It took us 19 years to try to connect properly, sometimes you can't rush things."

"Its a nice place. Kinda reminds me of my dad's home in Patch."

She smiled a little. "You know, if you died your hair blonde and smiled a little, people probably couldn't tell us apart."

"Hoooot damn." Her face is a bit pink.

She let out a low whistle. "Damn. Nice training gear."

"You wouldn't. Just a thought... damn, dad has some weak genetic traits. I only got his hair and a mix of yours and his eyes. Ruby's like, a direct clone of Summer looks-wise. Guess genetics don't favor his DNA."

"Eh, I'll pass. Don't wanna strain myself too much."

"Haha, no thanks. I don't wanna deal with my hair falling out from that."

She smiled as grabbed the bowl and took a bite. "Holy Brothers. This is amazing!"